Why do we, as writers, get overjoyed when we receive constructive feedback on a manuscript. We take in our critique partner's comments, pose some thoughtful questions, then dig into our revisions with renewed vitality. But when we receive the gold stamp of approval, the email that says fantastic job, voice was spot-on, pacing was perfect, and you hooked me and kept me vested throughout, that we lose it? Sit at our computers, chin on the floor wondering if they even read the damn thing because surely it can't be that good. Surely my manuscript has major flaws that need to be addressed. It is almost as if we are so conditioned to rejection, so anxious to make our manuscripts better, that we become stunned into immobility when we hear something positive.
Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I use
critique partners as my own personal form of procrastination, a way for me to continue
editing, continue tweaking just a bit more rather then risk sending my
manuscript off to my agent . . . to an editor . . . to an actual